What do you do?

What do you do when you get some crazy random pain in your leg?

You think, "That was weird...and not altogether pleasant."

What do you do when these crazy random pains increase in intesity and make it so you can't walk, sit, stand or really do anything?

You freak out. Naturally.

As many of you know, I hate hospitals. I will not willingly go to a hospital. Hospitals and I do not get along.

So imagine my surprise when the words "I need to go to the hospital. Now!" issued forth from my mouth at about 10:30 a.m. when I decided that I was freaked out enough. Yeah...shocked me too. I hastily found someone to cover the rest of my shift, because, naturally, I was at work, and I headed out. After calling my dad and asking if there was any place my insurance would work better than another, I ended up at the ER just up from my house.

After being admitted and checked out by my nurse, we'll call him "Nate", mostly because that's his name, I was taken to an exam room where the doctor came and chatted with me about the pain. That was a fun experience.

Next came my very favorite part. They took my blood. Quite a lot of it actually, then sent me off to get a urine sample. My second favorite part. But being me, a trip to the hospital wouldn't be complete without me losing all the contents of my stomach, so I did that as well. (Aren't you so glad you read my blog?)

I went back to my exam room and waited....and waited....and waited some more. I waited so long, that I kept falling in and out of consciousness, always fun at the hospital, it wasn't until I left the hospital that I realized I had been there for 4 hours. Yeah...4 hours. And the best part? The doctor still doesn't know what is wrong with me!

Appendicitis? maybe.
Some funky nerve thing? maybe.

So what do you do in a situation like that? You give the patient pain pills and tell her if the symptoms increase, to come back so they can cut me open and figure out what's wrong!

Can I choose Door #2?

I would just like to say...

Thank you!

I love men who honorably exercise their priesthood.
A dear friend of mine was in need of a blessing, and after calling around for a little bit to find a guy who wasn't avoiding phone calls on a Friday night, two amazing men were able to come to our assistance.

You guys are amazing!

Normally

Normally, I find deep cleaning theraputic.
Today, I struggled to even do surface cleaning.

Normally, I really enjoy laundry day.
Today, not so much.

Normally, I would be rocking out to whatever song is on the radio.
Today, I can just be content to listen.

However,

Today, I left work early.
Normally, that doesn't happen.

Today, none of my employees were overly insane. (insane, yes. overly insane, no.)
Normally, that is not the case.

Today, I realized how little the people I am around all the time know about me.
Normally, I wouldn't care.

So yeah, today is abnormal.
But then, what is "normal" anyway?

Things I love

1. Old black & white movies. When actors were actors because they could act.
2. Walking. Everywhere.
3. Good hair days. They're rare, but I love them when they happen.
4. Seafood. Looooove it!
5. Music. Very little can make you feel as good as quickly as good music.
6. Theatre. Watching it, or doing it.
7. Nature. If I can climb it, ride it, and try to tackle it, I'll take it.
8. History. How can you know where you're going, unless you know where you've been?
9. Fresh shaven legs.
10. Design & Drafting.
11. Shoes. All girls have to love shoes...it's kind of a love/hate relationship though.
12. Furniture.
13. Sports.
14. Pillows.
15. Working out.
16. Laughing.
17. "Clicking" with people from the get-go.
18. Mail.
19. Junior Mints.
20. Pictures.
21. Rain. It has taken years for me to come around to it, but I love it.
22. Good friends who stand beside you.
23. Family.
24. Autumn. I love the leaves, the smell, the crispness, everything!
25. The Gospel. There really isn't anything better, and in reality, it is the #1.
26. Books!
27. Holding hands.
28. Noa perfume.
29. Lofts.
30. Good conversation.
31. Being deliciously tired. Like when you wake up and can sigh, turn over and go back to sleep.
32. Fire. Yeah, I'm kinda a pyro.
33. Getting all gussied up.
34. Traveling
35. Puppies. I've really been wanting one lately.
36. A roommate who will laugh with me and love me when I'm crazy.
37. Love.
38. Men's cologne.
39. Architecture.
40. Good humor.
41. Saturdays.
42. Water. It's my favorite beverage.
43. Branching out.
44. Flowers.
45. Dishes.
46. People watching.
47. Horrible wallpaper, carpet or furniture.
48. Paint.
49. Cleaning. Yeah, I'm one of those weird people who enjoys cleaning.
50. Lightness of heart.

Minus the colors

Today is one of those cloudy, rainy, slightly dreary looking days that normally occur sometime in October or November. One of those days that makes me want to stay cooped up inside, sitting by a crackling fire, baking, smelling cloves and cinnamon, drinking hot cocoa, reading a book, doing a crossword, or just watching a "feel-good" movie.

Love it. I love the fall. Even when it comes in August, just for a day.

A few items of note

1. After much deliberation, soul searching and praying, I, Lisa Fairbanks have set up an appointment on September 5th in the Logan, Utah Temple to receive my endowments. I haven't been this excited about something in....okay, frankly, I have never been this excited about anything! I can hardly contain my joy right now!

2. I cut and dyed my hair. No, mom, it was not to cover my graying hair, that was just an added bonus. Besides, people my age shouldn't have gray hair anyway.
It does still startle me when I look in the mirror, it is quite a bit darker than I am used to, and people say they like it. So either they're telling the truth or there are darker forces at work here.

3. I suck at bowling. I have fun while doing it, but man, I'm awful.

4. We had another karaoke night. Pretty sure our neighbors either: a) hate us b) think we're crazy or c) secretly wish they could be as cool as we are.

5. I no longer have to work on Saturdays. At least not regularly. There will be the occasional need for my presence, afterall, who can go for long without it, I mean really.

6. School starts back up in...13 days.

7. I am amazed by the people who have come into my life. For whatever reason they are there, each one of them has made an impact. I am so blessed. So, thank you.

Mexico's got to go

As much as I love nature, particularly trees, the "mexican food" tree has got to go. Many of you know about the weird tree in front of my apartment that smells like bad mexican food (yes it does Jonathan, you're just in denial). The thing sprang up out of nowhere a couple months ago and is slowly trying to take over the front stairs. This will not be allowed. Last year I attacked, drove back and prevailed against the evil bushes on either side of the front stairs that had taken over so badly that you had to walk up them single-file for fear of being eaten alive by them.
I have the necessary tools required to tame the beast, so that will probably be todays endeavor.

Off with its head!

So I'm not Jack Bauer, so what?

Here is my issue with shows like "24"

Don't get me wrong, Jack Bauer is a lean, mean, killing, government-saving, neuro-toxin surviving, interrogating, intimidating machine. I will give you that. He can kick anyone's knickers.

But here is my issue. If all of these events are supposed to occur over the course of 24 hours, or, one hour per episode, all of the people in this show have really crappy lives. I mean getting kidnapped multiple times in a day, numerous death threats within the course of a few hours, constantly running for your life at nearly all hours of the day and night, and during all this time, no one takes a bathroom break, sleeps, eats or does anything remotely normal.

I grant you that sometimes the plots are interesting, but how many times can someone "die" and then come back? Or Be a good guy, then a bad guy, then turn around and be a bad guy again, then shave a change of heart and become a good guy again, then betray everyone and return to their evil roots? I mean c'mon, seriously?

I'd stay and talk about it more, but I have an appointment to stop deadly terrorists while fighting the effects of a nasty neuro-toxin. Wish me luck!

Any takers?

Apparently I have anger management issues.

I have had a really very strong urge to punch someone in the face for the last few weeks. Today at work, that dream was very nearly a reality. Until I reminded myself that crummy though my job is, I don't want to get fired, and on top of that, I don't need a lawsuit on my hands. I told myself if would be a miracle if I could make it through the day without exerting all the power of a good right hook into someones unsuspecting, yet totally deserving face.

I prevailed.

I resisted the urge that is.

I'm not a hostile individual, I promise! I really honestly and truly don't know where this crazy feeling is coming from, maybe I should take up boxing. :)

Is that a trick question?

The poise of Cary Grant, humor of Danny Kaye, looks of Jude Law, voice of Alan Rickman, ruggedness of Harrison Ford, charm of Christopher Plummer, classic nature of Robert Redford, devil-may-care air of Steve McQueen, confidence of Liam Neeson, tenderness of James Marsden, style of Daniel Craig, and so much more.

What's a girl to do?

Dream on....!